The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... implored.

"My keys!" Monica looked up. "I think I locked them in the trunk!"

"Monica? Really?"

"I think when we got you that spare outfit I set them down and then..." She shook her head. "I am SO stupid!"

"Hey, calm down." She stepped forward and hugged her friend. "It'll be fine."

"I know but, you're all messed up and your shirt is basically gone and I can see your nipples and then something's on your stomach and I couldn't help you when you needed me to and-"

"Shhh..." Sylvia stroked her friend's hair. "It's alright, we can get home on the bus and you can get your keys from there."

"Alright." She sniffed. "Alright."

The two girls started back towards the school when Monica stopped her.

"Maybe you should carry my bag, Sylvia."

"Oh. Thanks."

Sylvia took the bag and hung it around her shoulder, swinging it forwards so it was firmly placed over her stomach. It blocked most of the text with the arm she was holding the bad still with covering the rest. An awkward way to walk, but by now she'd take anything.

Monica had a tendency to lose her 'tough girl' exterior when things went wrong or she let somebody down. Underneath the boisterous and loud-mouthed woman was a girl quick to tears and extremely emotional when she saw somebody suffering. That was one of the things that Sylvia loved about her, even if that trait was something that Monica herself would never admit to having.

The buses were still lined up around the back of the school when ...

... Monica and Sylvia stepped on. A few of the students took glances at the exposed mid-riff of the taller girl, but by now she had gotten used to stares. Besides, these were only the brief glances of people with enough shame not to linger there for too long.

Monica stepped aside and let Sylvia be seated by the window, filing in in front to block the view from the rest of the students getting on.

They spoke a bit on the way home about the concert coming up and Sylvia was even able to offer a bit of insight into how she'd lost clothing since the last time the two had met. Monica offered to beat Lucas into a pulp when she learned how he tore the shirt, but Sylvia insisted it was an accident. Monica downgraded the beating to a swift kick in the butt, instead and they both agreed it was a fair punishment.

She had finally managed to laugh again on that bus ride. Things were starting to look up again, the only rough point being the last little bit of walk home, but she'd done that already today in her panties.

"This is my stop, I guess." Sylvia said, looking out the window and removing the bag strap.

"I'll see you this evening, I guess." Monica replied, taking back her stuff.

"Alright." Sylvia stood up. "Good luck!"

"I don't need luck!" Monica replied, pumping a fist.

She smiled and made her way to the front. Very few students were looking backwards, so they never saw the bit of marker on her stomach. A few may have glanced at her butt as she walked out, but she ...